G AND QUEEN HAD A COSY AFTERNOON after their guests left. In barely twenty-four hours, they had been through a gamut of emotions. They’d been happy and kidding around, sad and teary remembering Lily, worried for Moppet, hopeful for Belle and Bryce, and anxious to get the matter of Valentino and Michael Piper behind them.
As dusk turned to night, G put an arm around Queen.
‘Let’s go to my office. I’ve got some things to do.’
She packed a basket of food to take with them, locked up the house and followed a well-trodden path to the Grotto.
An hour later they were laying on the sofa bed munching on sandwiches and watching a movie when G’s cell phone came to life. It was Team Four’s Team Leader.
‘Hey, G. It’s Troy here. Sorry to hear about Lily.’
G thanked him for his concern. He sensed T
